Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Creative Writing - The Window

The following is a piece I wrote for a creative writing class I am taking. If you're interested, I highly recommend it! 



The Window

     Lightning bites the night with a quick snarl that startles the soul. A crack of thunder vibrates against the glass pane into black velvet nothingness. Ally looks up from her math book, waiting for another flash to punctuate the dark sky.
     The phone rings. “Hello?”
     “Hey, sweetie. You okay? I’m stuck at the restaurant for another hour which I guess is a good thing since this weather is--” Click.    
     She tries calling her mom back but it goes straight to voicemail.
      “Figures, storms.” Ally shakes her head and turns the TV back on, pulling the quilted throw over her bent knees. There’s not much on at 7 pm but Ally has to finish her homework, anyway. An old sitcom plays in the background, mixing with the sound of rain, as she jots down some notes.
     BOOM! Another bright flash lights up the window through the sheer beige curtain. Ally jumps this time, her papers scattering onto the floor.
     “Geez,” she mutters, bending to pick everything up, placing it in a neat stack on the coffee table next to her.
     A small calico steps onto her lap from the other end of the couch. “Mrrrrr-ow?”
     “Yes, Clarice, I’m okay. What a night, huh?” She pets the cat between her ears to soothe her. “Where are your brothers? Probably outside getting soaked.”
      Ally gently places Clarice back in her original spot and pushes herself up to go look for the other two cats. Hannibal and Billy love hanging out on the screened-in porch, no matter the weather.
     As she approaches the back door, another crrrrraaack of lightning reverberates through the house, stopping Ally in her tracks. The electricity goes off, leaving her standing in the pitch black kitchen. A small scratching sound interrupts the steady rhythm of rain.
     Ally whips her head around in the darkness toward the sound. Screech, screech, screeeech. Her heart is pounding wildly in her chest. She never noticed how dark her house could get with no lights, no TV, not even the friendly hallway nightlight. Screech, screech, screeeech. The sound seems to be coming from the living room but it’s hard to pinpoint with the rain pattering down hard on the roof.
     “Cla-rice? Here kitty kitty,” Ally nervously calls out, her voice uneven and shaky.
     “Mrrrr-ow” Something furry rubs against Ally’s leg. She lets out a small sigh and scoops up her cat. The warm calico purrs against her chest.
     Ally slowly navigates the darkness toward the living room. Screech, screech, screech, screech, screeeeeech. The sound is becoming louder and more urgent.            
     Screech, screech, scree—BOOM! The flash lights up the entire living room. Clarice springs off of Ally and hides under a table. Ally jumps onto the couch and hides under the quilt. This latest clap of thunder was louder than the previous ones.
     After catching her breath, Ally slowly rises up onto her knees and carefully pulls the curtain aside to look out the window. The rainy darkness makes it difficult to see anything. She reluctantly draws closer to the window, cupping her hands to look out.

     Two wet faces are peering back at her.

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